Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood

Raised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugs

Eye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood

Comin' to a theatre near you, it's all love





I make Mussolini wear a Kufi

I talk like Dr. Ben but look like Malcolm holdin' his hoochie

Pant through curtains, who will I murder?

Pearl silencer screw 'em up I burner

.44 caliber, the new Nat Turner

I make Hitler wear a Yarmelke

KKK, celebrate Kwanzaa, shit should I pursue further?

I'm like Tutankhamen, with the tools of my garment

Put a few on my cartridge, the Moon and Stars lit

Light up the hood it looks like a techno club

We slam dance to this music when the Tec blows slug

It's ghetto thugs, welfare and poor education

And gang love sit in the federal waitin'





Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood

Raised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugs

Eye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood

Comin' to a theatre near you, it's all love





What did Malcolm think, split second 'fore he was shot?

Did he think to hit the deck on the floor, before he dropped?

Or did he just say "Fuck it, I'ma die for my brothers"

'Cause by killin' him, just made his words teach others

Like Martin Luther King, he preached peace

They still got him, like the West-East beef

Finally that shit is rotten

Place your self in the shoes of a people's leader

From drug kingpin to president, either is off the meter

Your best man can turn to the squeezer

Burn you and leave ya, beside alone on the road

Or inside a meat freezer

That's the way it goes on the third rock from the Sun

Alone circlin' the light where we begun

Where we become, a follower to a general

With soldiers to run, they move off every word of ya tounge

Feelings are ruthless, when you was young pullin' ya gun

Not scared to shoot shit, remember it was all in the fun

Is this the power you wanted? Can you control over a hundred minds?

And these are grown men, who've killed over a hundred times

Every champ team has a arch rival

And it takes one time to mess up and niggaz don't like you

You start to want peace, niggaz want you deceased

Your money low, niggaz want you to go

Who else but I can bring the most hauntin' flow (Nas)

You're soon to see the best of me

From a boy, man, to a king, hear out my destiny





Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood

Raised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugs

Eye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood

Comin' to a theatre near you, it's all love





When my families at stake, I think at how much slender I'll take

Then I sit back and watch tapes on Alexander the Great

Start studyin' on how he bloodied men

I think of rappers I'ma massacre

Metal armor cover my skin, take me to war, fuck y'all

Priest is Ivan the Terrible, stare in my eyes, unbearable

You collide with the general

surround me like the Most High surrounded by _

Who would of imagine the illest collabo, Priest and Nas are incredible

He spits Ether, I spit Urantia, described by how you Devil's move

Scream on Emcees as I recount my pedestal





Gun For Gun, streets full of Rivers of Blood

Raised in the pJ's where real niggaz are thugs

Eye for an eye, two for two, blood for blood

Comin' to a theatre near you, it's all love